England -- Fiction; Socialism -- Fiction; Socialists -- Fiction
Through the white blind the morning twilight just made objects visible
in the room; Adela afterwards remembered noticing the drowsy pipe of a
bird near the window. Mutimer came in, and, without closing the door,
began to demand angrily why she had locked him out. Only now she quite
shook off her sleep, and could perceive that there was something unusual
in his manner. He smelt strongly of tobacco, and, as she fancied, of
spirits; but it was his staggering as he moved to draw up the blind that
made her aware of his condition. She found afterwards that he had driven
all the way from Belwick, and the marvel was that he had accomplished
such a feat; probably his horse deserved most of the credit. When he
had pulled the blind up, he turned, propped himself against the
dressing-table, and gazed at her with terribly lack-lustre eyes. Then
she saw the expression of his face change; there came upon it a smile
such as she had never seen or imagined, a hideous smile that made her
blood cold. Without speaking, he threw himself forward and came towards
her. For an instant she was powerless, paralysed with terror; but
happily she found utterance for a cry, and that released her limbs.
Before he could reach her, she had darted out of the room, and fled
to another chamber, that which Alice had formerly occupied, where she
locked herself against him. To her surprise he did not discover her
retreat; she heard him moving about the passages, stumbling here and
there, then he seemed to return to his bedroom. She wrapped herself in a
counterpane, and sat in a chair till it was full morning.
He was absent for a week after that. Of course his polling at the
election had been ridiculously small compared with that of the other
candidates. When he returned he went about his ordinary occupations; he
was seemingly not in his usual health, but the constant irritableness
had left him. Adela tried to bear herself as though nothing unwonted had
come to pass, but Mutimer scarcely spoke when at home; if he addressed
her it was in a quick, off-hand way, and without looking at her. Adela
again lived almost alone. Her mother and Letty understood that she
preferred this. Letty had many occupations; before long she hoped to
welcome her first child. The children of New Wanley still came once
a week to the Manor; Adela endeavoured to amuse them, to make them
thoughtful, but it had become a hard, hard task. Only with Mr. Wyvern
did she occasionally speak without constraint, though not of course
without reserve; speech of _that_ kind she feared would never again be
possible to her. Still she felt that the vicar saw far into her life.
On some topics she was more open than she had hitherto ventured to be;
a boldness, almost a carelessness, for which she herself could not
account, possessed her at such times.
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